Previously on Dexter...
Ryan, this fucker quit on me.
Don't suppose you know a spot that can fix this.
Shauna, are you okay?
Get the bitch out of here if you want.
There's always more.
No, no, no, no!
Wow, it's like seeing a ghost.
I know what you mean.
We have a serial killer
who's taking out ride share drivers.
They call him the Dark Passenger.
The what?
You want to go after that serial killer.
He stole my name.
You met the Dark Passenger.
Can I show you the video?
It's a camera-shy hoodie.
The hood has infrared lights, washes everything out.
- Are you him? - Who?
The guy who broke into my apartment
and left the invitation with all my trophies.
I'm here because of all the innocent people you killed.
"You are cordially invited to a dinner party
"for like-minded individuals who share similar passions."
There's only room in this world for one Dark Passenger.
No!
What do you think?
I don't think you should go.
I meant about the outfit.
It could be a trap.
We used to bait suspects like that all the time.
Red said this was with his bloody driver's licenses.
The police would have arrested him,
not left him a secret admirer note.
Come on.
"Trophies," "similar passions,"
"like-minded individuals."
It's a dinner party for serial killers.
An all-you-can-eat buffet for the Dark Passenger.
What if they don't believe you're Red?
Red didn't leave much to believe in.
There's no pictures here,
no online presence.
Every time he went outside, he wore all of this.
It says "thumbprint required for entry"
but it didn't say it has to be mine.
Oh, who's got a fake print and passes for Red?
This guy.
I just need one of Red's trophies.
I can't stop you from going, son,
but I can urge you to be careful.
I'm tired of being careful.
There's only been one other known serial killer meet-up.
The Pig Farmer.
Supposedly had other serial killers
out to his farm in the Pacific Northwest.
For a grotesque orgy of sex and carnage.
What if it's like that?
What if they want to kill together? What if they want...
Okay, your 20 questions are over.
I promise, if this is too good to be true...
I'll be prepared.
I-I... Is-is that the face
you plan to wear out in public today?
What?
This is a tip killer.
You got to work on your customer service face.
Okay.
Eyes wide open.
Big, closed-mouth smile.
Slight head tilt so they know you're really listening.
- You know... - Mm.
the opposite of whatever this is.
Is this what they're teaching you at hospitality classes?
Oh, hell no.
Learned this in the mean corridors of our very luxury hotel.
_
Sorry. Um, I-I got to get this.
- Hello? - Hello, this is Quentin's Jewelry Repair.
Your watch is ready.
This fucker quit on me.
Don't suppose you know a spot that can fix this?
- Hello? - Uh...
uh, yeah. I'm, um...
I'm actually, I'm tied up at work.
Oh, no problem.
I'll have someone drop it off.
What's the guest's name?
Uh, uh, no, uh, you know, I-I can come get it.
Um, I'll come get it.
CREDITS
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Red worked so hard to stay in the shadows.
Unrecognized, unseen.
Did he ever regret our lonely path?
Ronald Schmidt?
Call me Red.
First test: passed.
Not on your life. Up front.
This isn't a UrCar, Mr. Dark Passenger.
Looks like someone came prepared.
So...
are you the friend?
No.
I just left the invitation.
What'd you think when you found it
in your Sorcery card binder?
I was spooked at first. Almost left town.
But the money was nice.
Money always changes everything.
So, how'd you figure out it was me?
You were a tricky one.
Not a single photo online.
But I have my ways.
Only took me three weeks.
Only took me three days.
Impressive.
So, can you give me any heads-up about this meeting?
Nope.
Time to put my DIY thumbprint to the test.
Not so fast.
Spread 'em.
There's a box cutter in my sock.
I didn't know what I was walking into.
Still don't, actually.
I would have brought a bottle of wine,
but the invitation said "trophy."
It's sweaty.
"Red" is in.
But what has he gotten himself in to?
Definitely not a pig farm.
Time to meet the man of the manor.
Ronald Schmidt.
Welcome.
Not exactly the "man of the manor" I expected.
He prefers "Red."
Red. Oh.
I cannot express how excited I am to meet you.
Leon Prater. Mm.
And I see you've met Charley.
- Yeah, I have. - Yeah.
- She's very... - Direct, I know.
I couldn't survive without her.
I am so thrilled you accepted my invitation.
I didn't know what to expect,
given your elusive identity.
It is so wonderful to finally
match the name with the face.
Here it is.
My face.
It certainly is.
I've been hosting this gathering for years.
I know how unnerving it can be for someone like you
to be found, but your secrets are safe with me.
This is a safe space for people like you.
"Like you?"
Are you not... like me?
Me? Oh.
Goodness, no. I am just a huge fan.
I couldn't presume to have the skill set
or imagination to do what you and the others do.
So, there are others?
On their way.
Come. I... I like a little one-on-one time
with my new friends, before the night escapes us.
Let me show you around.
So, what is it you do?
Wow.
You really are that off the grid.
Computer repair leaves little time for news.
I wear many hats.
Most days, I'm a venture capitalist,
focused on incubating and curating start-ups.
- Fancy. - Mm, at the end of the day,
all I really do is bring the best, most passionate people together.
I'll take my leave of you gentlemen.
Charley
does not...
appreciate what I'm about to show you.
Press that button.
I want to show you one of my dearest passions.
Clowns?
Pogo the clown.
Oh.
John Wayne Gacy.
Holy shit.
You really like serial killers.
I pride myself on finding the best of the best
in every field, so why not death?
Death is such a natural, necessary part of life.
Every second, millions of cells die,
shedding diseased parts of ourselves
to make room for new cells.
Rebirth. Growth.
Life.
A million little deaths that keep us healthy.
This was the New York Ripper's.
A man who terrorized
the streets I once played on as a child.
Highly prolific.
- Never caught. - Must be nice.
This memorabilia,
these trophies.
Harry would have found it disgusting.
But here, they're celebrated.
Arthur Mitchell.
The infamous Trinity Killer.
Which was actually a misnomer.
- Did you know that he killed in fours? - Killed in fours.
You don't say?
Bought those from an FBI agent with a gambling problem.
I've missed you, friends.
- Please don't touch. - Sorry.
It's quite a collection.
An ever-expanding collection.
That is the table where the Ice Truck Killer
took his own life.
Tragic, I know.
Maybe if Brian Moser had someone to talk to,
someone like himself, he would still be with us today.
Doubtful.
A gift from one of my guests. Rapunzel.
You'll meet him tonight.
Great, I get to meet ponytail guy.
And over here is someone else you'll meet tonight.
- Is that... - Severed tattoo sleeve
from the Tattoo Collector.
I've set aside a spot for you.
That is, if you're willing to part with a trophy.
Right.
The trophy.
Tyler Day.
Your first.
I am honored.
I'm surprised you keep all this evidence around.
Are all your other guests okay with it?
They trust me.
And five inches of solid steel behind this limestone.
And if anyone were to...
put in the wrong code,
just once...
Charley will take care of the problem.
Just a demonstration.
Tell security to stand down.
Understood.
Like I said,
- your secrets are safe with me. - Stand down.
I know it takes one to know one,
but this guy's fucking nuts.
Oh.
Mia's here.
Thank you, Charley.
You're going to love Mia.
Time to see what's on the buffet.
'82 Château Lafite.
'90 Romanée-Conti.
Mm. Someone has really stepped up their wine game.
A certain renowned sommelier gave me some pointers.
I'm glad I'm earning my keep.
You haven't seen the best yet.
Shut up.
Whispering Oaks.
1883.
It's been breathing for half an hour.
Ooh la la.
You sure know how to show a girl a good time.
And who is the new guy?
Mm. This is Red,
best known as the Dark Passenger.
Ah, yes.
A star in the headlines lately.
Don't believe everything you read.
Red,
I assume you're familiar with Mia's work.
Widely known as Lady Vengeance,
as she's notorious for taking out sexual predators.
Predators?
Does she have a Code?
Nice to meet you.
I have work to do here.
I will leave you two to chat.
Care for a glass,
Mr. Passenger?
Call me Red.
I'm still getting used to the "Dark Passenger" thing.
Yes.
The press's fixation with nicknames is absurd.
"Lady Vengeance"?
If I were a guy, I wouldn't be "Sir Vengeance."
Grab a couple.
This is getting better and better.
The man loves liberty, huh?
Prater somehow got his hands on
Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi's original model.
Showy as fuck, yeah?
But it's not about freedom or liberty.
Prater likes to own things.
And people.
To rich people
and the wine they collect.
You're drinking it wrong.
Didn't know there was a right way to drink something.
Well, first of all, did you like it?
It was fine.
The key to enjoying wine
is understanding it.
The glass you're drinking
was bottled while Mark Twain was alive.
Its very existence is a miracle.
- Huh. - Now,
try again,
but take your time.
Well, what do you think?
It's pretty tasty.
Better be. Bottle cost 4,000 bucks.
So, master sommelier by day,
Lady Vengeance by night?
I'm a real Renaissance woman.
Oh, you scored a goal?
Oh, that's great, sweetie.
Okay, listen, I got to go,
so to love you and Mom, okay? All right.
Bye.
Mama Mia!
Here we go again.
- Oh, look at you. - Hi, honey.
Oh, my gosh.
This feels more like a class reunion than a dinner with killers.
Al, meet Red.
Hey.
Get in here, big guy.
Oh, yeah.
Ah. Look at you.
So, you have a kid?
Oh, yeah. I got a whole litter of 'em.
Actually, the last time I saw you, I think Bonnie was still pregnant.
Yep. Our sweet angel Mabel was born last July.
Every day has been a gift.
This guy has a thriving family?
My son doesn't even know I'm alive.
Babies that cute make me wish I had one.
But then I remember that they shit their pants, so...
Yeah. They do shit a lot, yeah.
So, how do you have space for both family and...
this?
I got to admit, I feel guilty when I leave,
but these little business trips are good for me and the family
Gives me a chance to take care of my needs
so I can better show up for my family.
It's not selfish. It's self-care.
Like the flight attendant says,
affix your own mask first.
Plus, my wife enjoys the hefty Prater bonus.
But the best thing is the time I get to spend with this group.
You know, it's not-it's not natural for people like us to gather.
- You saw the vault. - Yeah.
Yeah, I'm the, uh...
I'm the ponytail guy.
You know, I just never knew there'd be a place
where we could belong, believe...
become. Right?
Me neither.
What up, Rapunzel, you big tub of shit?
- How are you? Oh. - Uh, good.
Okay.
Hey, Mia, you know you want to.
Fist bump. Okay.
Hey.
Heard there may be a new guy.
Welcome to the freak show.
No place I'd rather be.
Yo, yo. Postmates?
Shit.
Yeah, I need to speak with Jim Lindsay.
Who?
Jim Lindsay, the owner of the blue and white truck across the street.
Nah, that's mine. I just bought it.
From Jim?
No. My buddy Harrison.
Harrison Morgan?
Do you send them away or do you sharpen them yourself?
No, no, I got a stone, I've got a disc, I've got a belt grinder
in my shop that I can just kind of whip it around.
- Oh, you can do it yourself? - Oh, yeah, it's very easy.
Apologies.
I had trouble attaining a ride share.
You have anything to do with that, Red?
Gareth!
He's the Gemini Killer.
Hey, buddy, catch us up on your year.
I'd rather not.
Oh, Gare-bear, my guy, try not to be such a stereotype.
Meet the guy voted "most likely to become
a serial killer" in his high school yearbook.
Well, truth be told, I was a bit
peculiar back then, too, so...
- Guilty. - Oh, for sure.
I felt like an alien.
Because I wanted to kill people.
- Yep, yep. - Yeah, yeah.
I like you.
- Right off the bat. - I kind of do too.
Nice to see you, buddy.
- It is... - Excuse me.
- Yeah. - Please.
Really cuts to the chase.
It's nice to be able to talk freely, you know what I mean?
Well, it felt good to hear it out loud.
If I didn't know any better, I'd think
I was watching some kind of boogeyman club.
You're still gonna kill these guys, right?
I don't even have concrete proof.
Remember that whole Code thing you taught me?
I also taught you not to play with your food.
Dinner is served.
- Let's roll. - Wonderful.
Hey, sit by me, sit by me.
- Do we know what's on the menu? - Yes.
- This'll do. - Nice, look at this.
Is, uh, Keith coming?
He won't be joining us.
We have one rule here.
Never turn on the group.
Unfortunately, Keith chose not to abide by it.
My rules are made for your safety,
not your punishment.
The Canton Clubber's bat will join my collection.
As he no longer has any use for it.
So, this buffet can bite back.
But on the bright side,
we still have
so much to be thankful for.
Welcome, Red.
We're so grateful to have you here.
To new friends.
- To new friends. - To new friends.
Thank you for letting me in.
All right, let's eat before these get... get cold.
I guess we, uh, each just take one?
- Stern, or... - Okay.
Would you like some salad?
Oh, rosemary.
Pan-seared cauliflower.
With Japanese turnip medallions
in a sweet potato puree.
Charley found the vegan products
and cookbooks in your apartment.
Good news. There's more where that came from.
I'm glad I didn't have lunch.
These are prime for sure, no doubt.
What's happening?
Time for the highlight of the evening.
Take it away, Lowell.
Let's show and tell, baby.
So I wanted to try something new this go-around, something fun.
So I've put together a little multimedia
presentation for y'all.
Oh, no, are we about to watch a vacation slideshow?
If he plays a vacation slideshow,
permission to light myself on fire.
So tonight I'm letting you all in on my process.
As most of you know,
I've always had a deep connection to tattoos.
Yeah, he does.
And lately,
this artist has been
doing some real interesting work.
See, it's about the right piece
on the right person.
This is Jules.
I've been following her journey for weeks now.
If this motherfucker ever tried his shit on me,
I would make him eat his own eyeballs.
Her...
15-year-old dog
recently passed.
Aw, poor pooch.
And so Jules...
decided to get some new ink
in his memory.
Wow.
Internet stalking?
Back in my day you had to actually leave the house.
I knew this was my next piece
the moment I laid eyes on it.
And what happens next...
is inevitable.
"Inevitable"?
Because I can't stop it.
I feel the pressure rise,
becomes so intense...
it's dizzying...
unstoppable.
I know the feeling.
I call it "the Itch."
"The Need."
"The Great Yearning."
"The Urge."
So where's the tattoo?
It's coming.
Jules still has a few sessions to go.
Great art takes time.
But I promise...
before I leave this town...
she will be mine.
Congrats, Lowell.
You just made the top of my list.
You've never had a trophy so fresh.
Great work, Lowell.
Thank you for letting us into your process.
Red?
Didn't want to call you out your first night, but, uh,
the money with your invitation
was an advance for a show and tell.
I hope you'll feel comfortable sharing next time.
There'll be more of these?
Of course.
So many events coming in the next two weeks.
I have so much planned.
So do I.
Ea, diablo.
Harrison?
Harrison Morgan?
Angel Batista.
I used to work with your pops in Miami Metro.
Y... Uh, yeah, I'm-I'm sorry, it-it d-doesn't ring a bell.
My sister Jamie babysat you.
Wh... Jamie?
Wh... Sh...
She used to read the hell out of a bedtime story.
How is she?
Well, she finally finished her PhD.
She's a middle school principal now.
Good for her.
Come sit, have a drink with me.
I-I should probably clock in.
Isn't part of your job tending to customers?
- Yeah, that's a good point. - Come on.
The last time I saw you was your fourth birthday.
I got you a red train set.
I loved that train set.
So you-you were close with my dad?
Worked with him 20 years.
Went through a lot together.
Like what?
He was the witness at my wedding.
My ex, María, also worked at the station,
so we had to do it on the QT
to protect our jobs.
Pulled your dad in the last minute.
Guy barely even knew what was happening.
Yeah, that-that sounds like him.
Your dad is actually the reason
I was in Iron Lake a few weeks ago.
S-So you heard the news?
That he was shot and killed.
Sorry for your loss.
I heard you were in Iron Lake, too.
Left in a hurry.
Yeah. I went up there to find my dad.
Hadn't seen him in years.
Turns out he wasn't the dad I needed.
And when everything blew up, I split.
Sorry Dexter wasn't the guy you thought he was.
I actually had a similar experience.
- With your dad? - With yours.
I'm not running into you by chance, am I?
Did Dexter ever share anything about his past with you?
About why he left Miami?
I should probably get back to work.
My ex-wife had this theory.
One that's haunted me for years.
That your dad...
was the infamous serial killer, the Bay Harbor Butcher.
What?
I get this must be overwhelming.
But if you know anything,
you can tell me.
Your dad's gone.
Nothing you say can hurt him.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Please.
I need the closure.
I wish I could help.
Good luck.
I'm in the city a few more days
if you want to talk.
Still got to work on that customer service face.
Excuse me, but if you think Harrison had
anything to do with that murder...
What murder?
Ryan Foster.
He stayed here.
The-the guy who was found chopped up in garbage bags
by the trash docks.
Ah, if I could get this thing to work.
And it's sideways, there we go, there she is.
Yep, yep, we had our sweet
- angel Mabel, - _
sweet angel, last July.
Yeah, it's been a gift each day.
Caught you.
Sorry, I was just, um...
Internet-stalking me?
It's cool.
I tried looking you up as well.
You did?
Didn't find anything.
So mysterious.
It's annoying, right?
Very.
Top me off,
Ms. Sum-ah-lee-air?
Perfect.
Ooh, someone got new ink.
I'm not one of your pervy art pieces.
Okay, okay. Okay, okay.
Careful with this one, Red.
I... That's why I take my anger out for a drive...
Lowell needs to learn about boundaries.
You're an effective teacher.
So...
what is your origin story?
Let me guess.
Terrible mother?
I actually had a great mom.
Interesting.
I assumed mommy issues were a given in this crew.
Take one guess how Al's mother wore her hair.
How many is that for you?
- Glasses? - Yeah.
- Four. - I count six.
I'm not immune to mommy issues.
Mine just come from how I lost her.
What is all this?
You mean, besides the money and the bougie wine?
What is Prater getting out of it?
How about we talk tomorrow?
- Just the two of us? - I could do that.
Phones
so you can communicate with the group over the next two weeks.
- Hat. - Thank you.
Thank you, everyone, for joining me this evening.
It's been lovely catching up.
Charley will be in touch regarding our next gathering.
And in the meantime, go and enjoy the city.
It has so much to offer.
Hey, you know what, I'm gonna start a group chat so we can,
uh, stay in touch, maybe, maybe get a tour
of Ellis Island or something, huh? Yeah.
Sound good?
Thank you. See you.
It was nice meeting you.
Text me.
By next meeting, a trophy.
Bye.
Thank you.
For everything.
I...
said things tonight that I've never been able
to express out loud before.
Well, that's what these gatherings are for.
So people like you know you're not alone.
I didn't realize it was something I needed.
There's a lot of power in sharing your story.
Just wait for your show-and-tell.
Yeah, about that.
Do I need to make a whole presentation?
Oh, no, nothing so elaborate.
We just want to know the real Dark Passenger.
That raw animal aggression it takes
to saw another man's head off.
Right.
I'm sure you'll come up with something great.
Looking forward to it.
That went exceptionally well, don't you think?
If you say so.
I've always considered myself a lone wolf.
Howling into the void.
But after tonight...
I can hear others howling back to me.
- One chili dog, please. - You got it.
- Actually, make it two. - Mm-hmm.
- There you go. - Enjoy.
Thanks.
How does the charity gala guy
still do what he does with all of us?
Busy man.
Everything okay?
I think I just need to be around a friend.
Uh, yeah.
Hopscotch.
- Oh, uh... - Butterscotch.
These are good people.
But they're not my people.
_
I've run to and from serial killers.
Never with one.
It is crazy how one hair flip
will, will make up for a bad lip sync.
Mm, that was a tame one.
Just wait till somebody pulls out the splits.
Mm-mm.
Mm, I should...
I should probably head out. Um...
I don't want to fall asleep on the train again.
The trains are so janky this late.
Do you want to just crash on the couch?
You sure?
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, thanks.
You always make me feel really at home here.
You're always welcome.
I mean it.
- Harrison. - Fuck.
- I, no, um... - Oh, my God.
- I'm so sorry, um... - No, no, don't be.
- Fuck. - We're friends, and you are
a really great guy, but I know you're going
- through something. - I'm an idiot, and, um...
- And I'm really sorry, and I... No. - And I-I got to go.
Fuck.
I fuck everything up.
- Hi. How are you? - I'm good. Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Have a good day.
He looks tired.
He's smiling.
He was probably out late with his friends last night.
How would you know?
You were too busy being out with yours.
Give me a break.
The last time I was at a dinner party was at my wedding.
I can't take care of my son if I don't take care of myself.
So now you're getting life advice from ponytail trophy guy?
Dex, if you want real connection, that's where you should be looking.
Yeah, I tried.
He shot me.
Never thought I'd get another chance
to be open with someone like that.
Until last night.
Those aren't your friends.
They're supposed to be your victims.
I'm gonna do it, Dad, I'm just being smart about it.
Smart...
or stalling because you like these people?
If they start disappearing one by one,
how's that gonna look for the new guy?
Best to wait until the meetings are over.
That works fine for most of your new pals.
But explain that to the woman who's gonna get her arm
de-sleeved
before Lowell leaves town.
- That is a complication. - Yeah.
And so is your date with Lady Vengeance.
It's not a date, it's a...
fact-finding mission.
I haven't forgotten why I'm here.
The fuck?
It's not even 11.
Uh, sorry, I forgot you're on vacation.
Would you maybe want to meet up sometime?
Would love to hear more about your...
skins.
Yeah, sure.
I'm not much of a day guy,
- so can we say happy hour? - Perfect.
Just text me where to...
See?
And I still have time to fit in a jog.
So, you run every day?
Got to stay in shape.
Not all of us get to do our thing
by sitting in the backseat of a car.
So, when's a good time to talk about Prater?
Fire away.
I'll answer any questions for as long as you can keep up.
How many of Prater's gatherings have you been to?
This is my fourth year.
But they started a few years before that.
Four years? You must enjoy it.
I enjoy the money.
Is Prater really just a fan?
I mean, the guy's a voyeur.
He's a vampire.
He wants all the dirty details.
But, no, I don't think he's actually a killer himself.
Do you want a water?
I want a water.
Two waters.
Six dollars.
Thanks.
Thank you.
And there's really no catch?
As long as you don't break any of his rules.
So, breaking rules.
Is that what happened with that Keith guy
- Prater was talking about? - Yep.
It appears the Canton Clubber is no more.
That happen often, people breaking rules?
Well, not everybody gets invited back,
if that's what you're asking.
One guy got uninvited.
Another got arrested.
And then his first night in jail,
he committed suicide.
Allegedly.
So...
where'd you grow up?
All over.
Mom was always looking for something new.
Someone new.
The longest stay was in Tulsa.
I drove through there once.
Then you know there's shit-all to do.
Not that I gave it a chance.
I was a loner.
Other than my younger sister Hazel.
She was an angel.
I...
was...
not.
When did you know you were...
different?
Always.
In the first grade there was this bowl-cut kid
who annoyed me,
so I hit him in the head with my library book
and I stuck thumbtacks into his face.
If I had normal parents who believed in therapy,
maybe I would have been diagnosed
with some fancy personality disorder.
Instead, they told me to "stop being so angry all the time."
I almost stabbed a kid on a basketball court once.
My dad stopped me.
He tried to help.
Best he could.
When I was 15, I found ballet.
It is a punishing practice.
Gave me a release for all that pent-up rage.
And I was good enough
that I got into a dance academy out of town.
Away from my mother's new boyfriend.
The way that creep looked at me.
But you got out of there.
I did.
Hazel didn't.
I thought she was too young.
And when I came back for the summer,
I found out.
And I killed the guy.
And I got to tell you.
Much better release than the ballet.
I'll never forget how my first time felt.
Like a path had finally opened up for me.
Are you hungry?
- Always. - My Airbnb is a few blocks away.
Do you want to come over?
I'd love to, but...
Come on.
I have incredible pastries.
And I love a good reward after the end of a run.
Oh, this is the vegan one.
It's kale.
Thanks for remembering.
Did this come with the place?
See for yourself.
- Is this... - My collection.
I can still remember all of their faces.
The look in their eyes right before I killed them.
It's nice.
Being able to remember.
I...
I'm gonna take a quick shower.
Okay.
There's an Italian espresso maker in the kitchen.
Help yourself.
Okay.
Showering with a serial killer?
Not exactly part of the Code.
Remember happy hour with Lowell.
Uh, something just came up.
What?
Thanks for the run.
Hey.
Sorry I'm late.
Next round's on me. What are you drinking?
Yo, can I take a rain check? I kinda got to...
get ready.
For what?
I thought it'd take more sessions, but her pain tolerance is crazy.
You mean...
Yep.
Tonight's the night, baby.
Good thing I came prepared.
Check it out.
My day job's anesthesiology.
But it helps in my nightlife, too.
My next piece will be ready in about two hours.
And then she'll be walking back to her place
a few blocks away.
In the dark.
So, if you'll excuse me,
I kinda have to get in the zone.
I love talking shop, but...
this next piece is more of a "me" thing
than a "we" thing.
- You get it. - Uh, yeah.
I couldn't imagine doing this with someone else.
Shit. Lowell is ready, and I'm not.
I didn't bring my tools.
Great, it'll only take me two hours
to get to Queens.
Fucking New York City.
Still stuck on Harrison Morgan?
Sleeping at the hotel where the crime took place.
Hardly an alibi.
You really think a kid that young is capable
of a crime that sophisticated?
I will admit it is unlikely.
We must be missing something.
I just need to take a step back, recalibrate.
Start from the top and look at everything anew.
I've seen you fixate like this before.
It almost cost you your job.
Claude, please don't make this another New York Ripper.
I have no plans to obsess.
Balance is important.
In fact, I have taken on an extracurricular endeavor.
A series of speaking engagements.
Oh, yeah? What about?
The New York Ripper.
Detective Wallace?
How can we help you?
Angel Batista, Miami Homicide.
I heard about the body you found cut into nine pieces.
I once worked a case in Miami that was eerily similar.
Was never sure we caught the right guy.
You mind if I pick your brain a minute?
How much time do you have?
As much as you're willing to give.
Count backward from one.
Tattoo parlors really do have everything I need.
And lucky for me,
Lowell brought everything else.
Harry thought my trophies were disgusting.
He couldn't understand.
He wasn't like me.
Like us.
Fuck me.
You were right about one thing.
Tonight's the night, baby.
You're gonna fuck with Prater's rules after day one.
Whoa, ballsy.
I'll take my chances.
This is usually the part where people start screaming
and begging for their lives.
Yeah, well, I've been on the other side
of this long enough to know when it's inevitable.
Sorry to droop your chub.
Could you at least do me a solid and knock me out first?
No.
Why do you keep the skins?
I like looking at ?em
when that pressure starts building.
They...
calm me.
If I didn't have my skins,
I'd have killed a lot more often.
Got sloppy, got caught.
Damn.
I'm gonna miss ?em.
I know how you feel.
That's why I'm going back to basics.
That's your trophy?
Pretty lame for someone who saws off heads.
There's one thing I couldn't be honest about last night.
Is that right?
I'm not Ronald Schmidt.
I'm Dexter Morgan.
Who's that?
The Bay Harbor Butcher.
Fu...!
You... you...
You know, when I first brought you home,
I never imagined we'd be driving around
with a chopped-up body in your trunk.
Yeah, I'm sorry we didn't have the father-son relationship
you dreamed of.
How could we have?
You weren't like me.
So I had to stop worrying about what I wanted
and focus on what you needed.
Looking back,
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I see what you're doing here, and you're right.
I'd rather have a relationship with Harrison than...
the people at Prater's.
Then why don't you?
Because it's not just my decision.
What if Harrison would rather I stay dead?
I don't get scared, but that...
that scares the shit out of me.
Then do something about it.
Lowell, meet Red.
And let's talk about Lowell.
It'll be suspicious when he doesn't show up at Prater's.
Being the new guy makes you the natural suspect.
Uh, weren't you the one who told me to kill Lowell?
I'll figure something out.
This is what I'm best at.
Yo, Lance.
What's good?
Did you sell me a stolen truck?
What? N-No.
It was my dad's.
Then why'd some fedora-ass cop show up
at my place the other night?
I, uh...
I-I don't know.
Better figure it the fuck out.
He's right over there.
How about a cup of coffee?
I'm guessing you didn't come back with more cute Miami stories.
I just heard about a guest at your hotel.
You ever meet Ryan Foster?
Meet a lot of people at a hotel.
You might remember this one.
Came in one piece, left in nine.
Yeah, I saw that guy on the news.
Funny thing is...
that's exactly the way the Bay Harbor Butcher did it.
I really hope they catch that guy.
I spoke to the lead on the case, Detective Wallace.
She said the cleanup of the suspected
murder site was impeccable.
Almost as if the culprit was an expert.
Or learned from one.
That sounds crazy.
Less crazy if you know the son of a notorious serial killer
was at the same hotel that night.
I didn't mention anything about you yet.
And I don't have to.
I'm just looking for confirmation.
About Dexter.
I already told you.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Honestly, that guy Ryan sounded like a real asshole.
Good riddance.
Did your dad make it seem like that's all he was doing?
Taking out the worst criminals?
Making the world a better place?
Like he was some sort of Dark Avenger?
A lot of innocent people died because of your dad.
People that I loved.
My ex-wife María LaGuerta, your Aunt Deb,
your mother.
Sounds like you've gone down a real conspiratorial rabbit hole.
Good luck getting out of it.
We're done here.
This is a dark path you're going down.
I truly hope you don't become like your dad.
Did your dad make it seem like that's all he was doing?
Like he was some sort of Dark Avenger?
A lot of innocent people died because of your dad.
My ex-wife María LaGuerta, your Aunt Deb,
your mother.
This is a dark path you're going down.
You have reached Detective Wallace,
Homicide Division.
I truly hope you don't become like your dad.
First rule of the Code.
Don't get caught.
You have to turn yourself in. There's no other way.
If I do, I get the death penalty.
Maybe you deserve it.
No, no, no, no!
Harrison, don't.
Dad?
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